October 6, 2011
“Storks mate for life” I hadn’t spoken since I got off the plane, my dad and auntie had sat in the front seat talking in Croatian, all I could do was stare out the window. I didn’t even notice he had spoken to me at first. “what?” “They mate for life, Storks” He stopped to translate for my auntie, she nodded at me through the rearview mirror. We had only met an hour before. “every year they return to the same nest. If their partner dies they spend the rest of their life alone. If they build a nest on the roof of your house and the roof collapses the government pays for you to get a new roof. But they rebuild it with the nest still on it. You can’t break their relationships or they will spend the rest of their lives alone.” (Photo: somewhere between Zagreb and Koprivnica, Croatia)

“Storks mate for life”

I hadn’t spoken since I got off the plane, my dad and auntie had sat in the front seat talking in Croatian, all I could do was stare out the window. I didn’t even notice he had spoken to me at first.

“what?”

“They mate for life, Storks”

He stopped to translate for my auntie, she nodded at me through the rearview mirror. We had only met an hour before.

“every year they return to the same nest. If their partner dies they spend the rest of their life alone.

If they build a nest on the roof of your house and the roof collapses the government pays for you to get a new roof. But they rebuild it with the nest still on it. You can’t break their relationships or they will spend the rest of their lives alone.”

(Photo: somewhere between Zagreb and Koprivnica, Croatia)

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